The sun never sets in America

Chapter 35 Night battle

Boom...boom...

As soon as the intensive artillery fire started, it covered the entire frontal battlefield, and even scattered artillery shells appeared behind the city of Los Angeles.

Boom...boom...

"Damn, why don't you fight back? These Mexican white ghosts are almost rushing to the front line." In the trench, smoke and dust from the artillery fire were everywhere, and Mo Yu, whose face was blackened by the infantry, watched as he continued to hit the front line. The shells outside the position and even the bunkers above the position, as well as the rising smoke, cursed angrily.

"Captain..." A shout from the scout brought Mo Yu back to reality, "The White Japs' infantry are dispatched. Look, they have divided their forces." He picked up the telescope and looked at the black and red scene in the lens. In the blurry military formation, Mo Yu could still roughly guess the trajectory of the Mexican army on the opposite side.

Just as Mo Yu was about to say something, he saw dense torches lit up on the opposite side, directly lighting up the entire battlefield. For a while, everyone on the battlefield seemed to feel that it was dawn, but soon, the red firelight and the surrounding The diffuse blackness woke everyone up... It was still night, and late at night.

Because of the reflection of the fire and the movement of the army, each soldier's face looked so weird and flickering to the Liujiabao soldiers opposite. Even the ordinary white faces looked strange to some Indian soldiers. Come on, this is the symbol of the devil.

If it were the original, they would definitely be afraid and even run away, but after a long period of hatred education from Liujiabao, and just after being beaten by Tao Wang and other Chinese officers, these Indian soldiers had only one idea at this moment. , that is, to kill these white ghosts for the dead Indian compatriots. Especially before the war, Liujiabao's propaganda officer specifically described how the white Mexican militia groups who went to war with them this time were attacking their Indians throughout California. The cruel things they did... further aroused their hatred of white people, especially the white Mexican militias opposite them.

Some excited Indian soldiers even wanted to go out early to fight the white Mexicans on the opposite side. Fortunately, they were stopped by the Chinese officers of their units, otherwise it would be easy to disrupt the strategic plan they had finally formulated.

tread... tread...

Team after team of Mexican militiamen formed a musket formation, striding towards the Liujiabao position on the opposite side, where the flames were glowing and becoming increasingly clear.

"Stand at attention..." Following the command, the commander who had been riding on the horse gave an order, and all the Mexican military formations stopped. Although there was incoordination and even chaos in the formations, But in the end they were suppressed. After all, many of these militiamen trained in a hurry and rushed to the battlefield. They were fine during the march and could barely keep up, but once they stopped, especially with so many troops, they If you stop, problems can easily arise, which is the case now.

"Detachment..." As the frontline commander designated by Baron Roman, the leader of the 1.7th Militia Regiment, Sum, is riding on a tall British purebred horse with a shoulder height of nearly 1.5 meters, giving Baron Roman a sense of standing out from the crowd. The feeling is very different from those Army colleagues who ride Spanish horses with a height of 1.6 to [-] meters.

Following Sum's order, about three militia regiments were separated from the front and headed towards the first position on the outside of Los Angeles on the opposite side... while the several regiments behind him took detours in other directions. , ready to launch an attack at any time.

At this moment, even the roar of the cannons was irrelevant. Everyone knew that a fierce battle was coming.

"Increase troops, increase troops to the front." Liu Peng, who had been on the city wall, observing the battlefield situation from a high position, looked at the enemy firelights that were constantly separating below and facing the front of Los Angeles City. He frowned and looked at the people beside him. The ordering soldier issued the first order, "Mobilize two mighty battalions from the city, disperse them to the front line, and reorganize on the spot...quickly!" Liu Peng once again issued the second order to another ordering soldier who was standing by his side. Tao command.

"Young Master, if two of the mighty battalions in the city are transferred away, then there will be only one left in the city. I'm afraid... things may change!!" Zhao Wei, who had been commanding beside Liu Peng, reminded Liu Peng with some solemnity. .

"Are you afraid that the white Mexicans inside will rebel?" Liu Peng knew what Zhao Wei meant. He was simply afraid that after too many of the powerful battalions guarding the city were transferred, the white Mexicans in Los Angeles would take the opportunity to cooperate with the Mexican army outside and rebel from within. By breaking through the city of Los Angeles, all Liu Jiabao's efforts would be in vain, and he would not even be able to escape.

"There are a large number of white Mexicans in the city. If they are not deterred, I'm afraid..." Zhao Wei replied to Liu Peng with a difficult expression. In his opinion, if there were not enough troops to deter, this war would probably be caused by the Mexicans inside. It is very possible that they led to the defeat of Liujiabao. Things like internal cooperation and external cooperation are common in history. How could Zhao Wei not guard against this.

"I have asked Mal and Rollin to organize the gangsters in Los Angeles, even those Indo-Europeans who are dissatisfied with the white Mexicans. Once something goes wrong, they will assist the remaining powerful battalion to maintain law and order in Los Angeles. So that they will not escape our control..." Liu Peng had long been fully prepared for what might happen in Los Angeles. From the beginning, he planned to cultivate two local snakes, Marr and Luo Lin, as Liu Jiabao's rulers of Los Angeles. The agent even gave away some rights. At first, he was criticized by Liu Jiabao's own people. Now it seems that it is completely the right choice, because for the current situation, the stability of Los Angeles is more important than anything else.

Just as the two men continued to talk about the problem of white Mexicans in Los Angeles, three white militia groups that had been prepared in front of Los Angeles, with the support of artillery fire from the rear, began the attack...

Boom...boom...

Artillery fire continued to explode in front of the position. The smoke, darkness, and torches mixed together, giving the entire battlefield a strange smell. Moreover, because of the smoke and darkness, the white Mexican militia group striding across the way carrying guns could not even see. Clear the whole picture.

"Get ready..." Mo Yu, who was hiding in the trench, saw that he could no longer stop the opponent and immediately struck first.

Swish, swish... muskets were deployed from the trenches one after another, like traps made of wooden sticks. Underneath were soldiers with excited faces and breathing heavily. Among these soldiers were Chinese and some. All of the naturalized Indians exude a passionate and passionate feeling, as if they are ready to fight the enemy at any time...

"Fire..." Mo Yu immediately gave the order to fire.

swoosh...

I saw a series of hundreds of soldiers standing up in the first trench, and in the rear, there were a large number of Indian soldiers who were added to Mo Yu's infantry team. These soldiers were all new recruits who had just been added. After the Chinese officers Under the clamor of the police, they squatted in the trench of the second row in a fanatical and sergeant manner, ready to stand up and fire at any time.

bang... bang...

A series of gunfire sounded, like the scythe of death. The Mexican soldiers at the front died one by one. They died in the dark night. What is more miserable than the day is that at night, if you die, you will not even die. Someone noticed.

Only your comrades beside you can feel your presence! !
bang... bang...

The Indian soldiers in the second row stood up and, encouraged by the officers on the side, fired the first shot in their lives.

Looking at the fallen white Mexican militiamen in front of them, some Indian soldiers even cheered excitedly. They remembered that the white people killed them in this way more than ten days ago. They will never forget the scene at that time.

"Quick, squat down!" Just when the next few Indian soldiers were so happy that they forgot about it, the Chinese officer on the side changed his face and pulled them down with shouts and curses.

bang... bang...

While they were still wondering in the trench, they heard a burst of gunfire outside. It was a counterattack by the Mexicans on the opposite side.

bang... bang...

Taking advantage of the opponent's change of position, the Indian soldiers in the third row, under the command of the officer, faced the front and pulled the trigger without even looking.

bang... bang...

A large number of the Mexican soldiers on the opposite side fell immediately, but they quickly reacted and started shooting frantically with the Indian soldiers on the opposite side.

If it were not for the guidance of Chinese soldiers placed among these Indian soldiers and the command of the Chinese officers next to them, they would easily have been killed in such fierce shooting... Not to mention other soldiers who died due to shooting, In the previous tribal period, morale had collapsed long ago. How could they show crazy expressions and shoot at the Mexican soldiers on the opposite side like they do now.

Hatred is indeed a good way to inspire people's courage.

Because of their hatred, these Indians risked their lives and exchanged bullets with Mexican whites. They even overshadowed the Chinese soldiers for a time, causing Mo Yu, who was supervising the battle at the rear, to look sideways. He did not expect that, These Indians were so unafraid of death that several times he saw an Indian soldier pull the trigger despite the hail of bullets fired by the opponent, and then die together with the Mexican militiamen directly opposite him... Such a scene, even if it was They are rare among Chinese soldiers, but in this war, most of these Indians were like this.

So much so that Mo Yu sighed...

"Is it true that the more savage you are, the less afraid of death you are?"

Mo Yu was puzzled by what the Indian soldiers did, and in the end he could only attribute it to the barbarism of the Indian civilization.

(End of this chapter)